So it's Gawker Stalker, worldwide? I mean... Well. These are real people, with dreams and ambitions and parents somewhere. They want to make the most of thei

So it's Gawker Stalker, worldwide? I mean... Well. These are real people, with dreams and ambitions and parents somewhere. They want to make the most of their startup and their tech with this pivot. I wish them well because what they're doing is hard and I admire it. They are bigger people than I. I don't know how I could be excited to get up in the morning and advance the state of the art of something as insipid as realtime celebrity tracking. Anything around celebrity is almost always bereft of decency or lasting value. Celebrity masturbation's inconsequential place in the grand effort to move humanity forward, relative to the amount of time, energy and money it receives, fills me with sadness and exhaustion. I try not to think about it. I try to forget it exists. This story has pierced that shroud a bit. May I be declared an idiot when People Magazine buys them in two years and they're set for their next venture. I just... could not do it.